The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1887-09-07


Sowing fire.
From the wild sky higher. higher,
While the heaving, angry motion
OF great aerial ocean,
Dashes cloud-built ships asunder,
As the distant coming thunder
Rolls. rolls, rolls,
And shakes the great earth to the poles.
Roll, thunders. roll
You awake my sleeping soul,
To see the war in rage before me,
And its dreadful menace Ger me-
Lightning,
Frightening.
Flushing,
Dashing;
Thunders booming in the distance.
Ifll the earth seems in resistance
To the navies sailing higher,
Ger the wild clouds dropping nre;
And there he comes the wingd horse comes,
Beneath great Jove whose mighty arms
Aurl thunder bolts and heaven drums
Her awful roll of sad alarms:
He stamps the clouds ana onward Frances,
AS from him the wild lightning chances;
BY his neigh the world is shaken,
And his hoof SO fieetly dances
That the lightniug's overtaken,
And he feeds upon its blazing
Shafts, as IL he were but grazing;
Stops, paws the clouds beneath his form,
Then gallops DER the raging storm;
Flies on his long, disheveled name
Streams wildly through the leaden plane
OF the duh skies,
The while the drapery OF the clouds.
Wraps this spirit shrouds,
Our darling eyes
In vague surprise
Arise,
And trace the wandering course
OF heavens fieet-foot winged horse
Roll thunders, roll
AS lightnings in the arching scroll
Stroak the heavens in their flight
BY their dazzling flow OF light;
While old Neptune, all alone,
JQ sir IN ia my fnfY fhrn1
Ger the sea,
In IA mood so lonely, he
Thrusts his trident by his side
With such force that the great mountain
Opens Il deep cavern wide,
And bursts forth living fountain
Sparkling with its slvery tide
And the Nereids. fifty strong,
To the waters babbling song,
Like fairy wands
From Neptune's hands
Sally from this cavern wide,
Sailing DER the gray cold rocks,
With their fairy rainbow locks,
Down upon the waters brim,
Either way the surf ace skim,
TILL their taperd fingers tips
Gently in the water dips;
Then beneath the raging skies
Neptune in his chariot flies
Ger the sea,
With his trident in his hand,
In q bearing OF command,
Fitting TO his majesty,
He calls to his daughters
To quit the wild waters
lie calls, but they heed not his word:
Then his trident he hurl5
At his sea-nymph girls,
But the truants-they fee from their lord.
Unto the clouds they go
In the whirlwinds of the storm,
Arethusa leads the way
Whatsoe'er the winds may blow.
She lithely moves her graceful form
AS if she would herself survey,
And then she rides the southern wind
And bids her sisters follow,
And leave old Neptune far behind
Lord Of his mountain hollow
TO nurse his wrath
And tread his path
AID curse his fairy daughters
These mountain elves
That freed themselves
From the lord of ocean waters.
He grasped trident in his hand
That mystic rose at his command,
And wildly blew till the great ocean
Trembled like an aspen-tree,
And winds that were in wild commotion,
Wbirling through immeusitv,
He Il by his magic art control
And gather in IA secret scroll
And hurl them at his Dorian dau ghter5,
Ger the honving angry waters,
Till the growing thunders roll,
Giving spleen to Neptune soul
As he sees them dart through air,
daughters nifty all so fair,
Free from the Ionian Sea,
Designed to be
Their destiny.
Roll, thunders, roll
Till the many church-bells toll
Once in unity,
Touched by the enchanting wand
OF his majesty,
Who's arbiter OF sea and land
And marks each destiny
But there
The fair-faced nymphs Of air,
Metamorphosed from the Dorian sea,
Ger the waters,
Lovely daughters,
Through the misty clouds they fee,
Their fairy forms
Float o er the storms
So swift and magicly
That on the wings of the long streaming flash
They ride and they dance their delight,
Wear crowns Of electrical dashes,
And bask in their dazzling light.
Where the deep voiced thunder peals louder
And the long sheeted lightnings play fast,
We zee them peep through the dark cloud, or
Ride OF on u sulphurous blast.
When the storm to its fullness is raging,
And all Nature at war seems to be,
The cloud-sphsre is then more engaging
To them than wild breaking sea.
But now the growing, rolling. grumbling,
Hhunders in the distance mumbling,
Fainter, fainter dying, dying,
And the lightning DINNER flying
Der the dark cloud westward lying,
As the morning in her glory
Bursts forth like an ancient story
The while the resting sunbeams light
On this dark cloud Of the night,
And the arching rainbow's given
10 the spirit-forms Of heaven,
In moment unrolled
In its pinions OF gold,
And quick as its birth
It oercircles the earth:
And there the spirits OF the storms
sit and rest their weary forms.